I'm on the road, empty and cold
To a desti-destination I don't know
Been thinking 'bout you way back in days of old
It's hard to admit it, I still miss you, miss you so
Flashbacks of our memories
The past is my enemy
And I'm drowning in a sad malady
Flashbacks of our memories
The past is my enemy
It keeps holding, holding on me
Come break the silence
Dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-di-da-da-da-da-da